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bird Jun 2017
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  when every thoughts finale
is a self sacrificial votive
of the day when you wished
    evaporation was a human function-

y o u go to the river where you first burst from open air and thank your God that you are live to breath the taste of destruction and wrap your joints around the feeling of l o v e

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thank that 'lucky' dead star that detonated so you could slit your ****** wrists and call life a hit and miss state of
hate *******
existence
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you no longer make up the 99.9 percent of dead in this universe.
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thank yourself for being human

or whatever.
Hana Jul 2016
kiranya semua cintaku yang tak terbantahkan ini tak luber, keluar dari hatiku ke lidahku yang busuk ini

kiranya telingamu tak mendengar dan hatimu tak merasakan cinta ini

kiranya aku bisa menyimpan ini sendirian, dalam tangisan nelangsa sebelum tidur yang mengoyak kepalaku

kiranya lautan menelanku jika ada saat dimana kau mengerti semua yang kupendam dalam ini
ya, semoga ya.
sanch kay Apr 2016
when i was young,
i only lived
between the pages of a book
between the words of a sentence
between Privet Drive and Baker Street
between bookstores and libraries
where I did not have to speak
to make friends;
where I made friends
who would not leave,
where I could leave
and return to see
that nothing had changed;
nothing, except me,
but only a little.

now that i’m older
i’ve been twice
to the other side and back;
i think i’d also like to live
between time zones and skylines
between silken sheets on starry nights
between your fingers and your eyes,
where conversations are passports
to other worlds in
in other hearts beating
in other bodies;

if only for just a little.
for #napowrimo. to you, from me.
rachel martin Jan 2016
Your diamond pattern repeats infinitely, or, perhaps,
Just as far as I can see.
Every day you’re quite the same to me-
Only slightly hindering visibility
With metal woven consistency

And weather takes its toll,
Storms and rust and wind pressed gusts weakened your steel hold.
You were able to contain me for the years when I was small,
But time has made me tall
I can see the other side,
Not a blade of grass or leaf concealed, not a pebble can hide.

Illusion for peace of mind pretends to be a
Silver knight
Who protects against the wrong ones and holds in tightly the right
You may stand your ground, and
By each diamond trait in which you are bound
is a place for my heel to lift me up and around
and to leave your sacred space without a sound.
Nae Ayson Aug 2015
He and she stood side by side
Under the twinkling stars
Under the ghost in the jar
He and she stood side by side
Under the graffiti moon.

He and she danced palm to palm
To the rhythm of their art
To the music of their hearts
He and she danced palm to palm
Under the graffiti moon.

He and she saw heart to heart
In the darkness’ embrace
In the midst of hidden praise
He and she saw heart to heart
Under the graffiti moon.
Wrote this as an entry for a Cath Crowley giveaway. Didn't make it because of the time difference, but she emailed me to tell me it was wonderful. Feb 2012.
kelia May 2015
a sweet girl falls for the first boy she sees
and he is sweet for a while

his curly hair, devilish stare keeps her afflicted for a bit
speaking in tongues, translating words into kisses when they had none
‘i want to kiss you over and over’ in a jazz bar where the drummer isn’t very good
taking the wrong bus three times in a row

he claims he hates poetry and thats all she ever does, write about him
“i can’t wait to remember you”
zippers and untied shoes
a train ride north to sleep at his parents house
and they usually stumble in together after a pint or two
sneaking up the stairs, a bathroom with no doorknob
the floors sing beneath them
Desiree Jackson Mar 2015
Okay listen here **** u and ur **** I will hurt u come between me and them **** u
blue milk Mar 2015
with what seems steady to the wobbling world,

making love to every word i read,

oh engrave my soul with every turn, that is, to succeed

and be engrossed with the emotions of the earth
EME Dec 2014
Las opiniones sobran, las acciones faltan.
Estoy harto de esta represión en la cual vivo, una enfermedad de nuestro gobierno sin síntomas mi dolores que llamamos corrupción. Hace 3 meses, 43 estudiantes de la normal rural de Ayotzinapa desaparecieron y fueron asesinados otras 7 personas a manos de nuestra propia policía en conjunto con el narcotráfico y me duele que estemos tan acostumbrados a esta realidad que el decir "simplemente así es México" es algo común cuando han muerto miles de personas en una guerra civil fomentada, apoyada y financiada por nuestro gobierno. No soporto el enterarme de cuantos reporteros han desaparecido y como es que nuestros propios medios de comunicación nos controlan, no puedo ni quiero quedarme callado ante esto, tenemos que hacer algo, actuar de forma pasiva no es una opción después de todos los acontecimientos represores y genocidas que el gobierno Mexicano ordena, estamos en pleno siglo XXI y esa minoría cómodamente colocada en palacio de gobierno actúa tal cual GESTAPO o la S.S.
Ya me canse de ver como la ignorancia y mediocridad en las decisiones de una persona de un solo mandatario nos está llevando a una crisis social inmensa.  
La mediocridad es un parámetro importante que marca la pauta entre los individuos, hace la diferencia entre alguien inteligente, justo y con valor moral a alguien que sólo le interesa su imagen de poder y que sólo aparenta tener inteligencia.
El hombre mediocre es una persona incapaz de usar su imaginación para forjar ideales que planteen un futuro por el cual luchar.
This is not a poem i know it, forgive my language is the spanish and i dont write in any other one. Just is a small critique no the facts that have affected my country for which they make weep to my people and bleed to the nation.
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